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Don’t tell me how I feel.Don’t tell me how I think.Don’t take your lens, polish it with your history, and press it over my eyes like it’s supposed to fit. That’s not empathy.That’s a mirror you’re holding up and calling it a window. You say, “I know exactly what you’re going through,” but your “exactly”… Read more
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There are no five stages of grief. The stages you heard of or read were written for people who are dying, not for those left behind. I am from Oklahoma, where the land is steady and wide, yet nothing in me felt steady after that five months, six days, twenty hours, and forty minutes ended… Read more
